Drink dancing costs street credibility

It was a friends birthday last Saturday so we all headed for the bright lights of east london for a drink and a boogie. After one too many a tequila cocktails I was rather elated.

Supporting my matra to life, Emma took us out to eat drink and be silly. After muchos tapas in Red and Green, we headed to Casa Bleu in Brick Lane for strawberry mojitos and a dance, where a friend found me alone, on the dancefloor doing the robot at 3am. This was the only image I managed to recover of the whole evening. Oh dear.